Wedding Reception Heat

The moment I saw her across the crowded wedding tent, my cock twitched. Elena stood beside her husband in a tight red dress that hugged her juicy ass and pushed her big tits up like an offering. She was my client, the one who moaned through every squat session with me at the gym, and tonight she kept stealing glances that screamed she wanted more than just fitness tips.

The reception was in full swing at the lakeside venue, fairy lights twinkling over the dance floor while her husband laughed with my buddy, the groom. I sipped my whiskey, pulse hammering as Elena excused herself and walked straight toward me, hips swaying.

"Hey, Coach," she said, voice low and teasing, her breath already smelling faintly of champagne. "Didn't expect to see you here looking so... fuckable in that suit."

I grinned, stepping closer so only she could hear. "You look like you're dying to get bent over something, Elena. That dress is criminal on your body."

Her cheeks flushed but her eyes sparkled with dirty excitement. She glanced back at her husband, who was deep in conversation, then grabbed my wrist. "Bathroom. Now. I can't wait anymore."

We slipped through the side door of the main hall into a dimly lit corridor. The moment the single-occupancy bathroom door clicked shut behind us, she was on me. Her mouth crushed against mine, tongue sliding in hot and eager while her hands yanked at my belt.

"Fuck, I've wanted this since our last session," she gasped between kisses, palming my thickening cock through my pants. "My pussy gets so wet watching you spot me... thinking about this big dick stretching me."

I spun her around, hiking that red dress up over her firm ass. No panties—just a thin, soaked landing strip above her smooth, puffy lips. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks, and buried my face in her juicy ass, licking from her dripping pussy to her tight little anus in one long stroke.

"Oh shit... yes, lick my ass, Coach," she moaned, pushing back against my tongue. Her flavor was sweet and musky, her wetness coating my chin as I sucked her swollen clit between my lips. She trembled, gripping the sink, her big tits spilling out of the dress as she freed them.

I stood, cock rock-hard and throbbing, and rubbed the thick head along her slit. "You ready to cheat on him right here at his best friend's wedding?"

"Yes... put it in me. Fuck someone else's wife like you own this pussy."

I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying every inch of my cock deep inside her tight, velvety heat. Elena cried out, biting her lip to muffle the sound as her walls clenched around me. The wet slap of my hips against her ass echoed in the small room while I pounded her hard, one hand fisting her dark hair, the other gripping her hip.

"God, you're so much bigger than him," she panted, eyes half-lidded in the mirror. "Deeper... wreck my married cunt."

I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted one of her legs onto the sink. Sliding back in, I fucked her with slow, grinding strokes that made her tits bounce. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I leaned down to suck a hard nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while my cock dragged over her g-spot.

Her breath hitched, voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop, please..."

I felt her pussy flutter, then pulse hard as she came, squirting a little down my balls. The sensation pushed me over. I slammed in deep and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her married pussy, spilling out around my shaft as I kept thrusting through the spasms.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close. Cum dripped down her thigh onto the tile.

"Round two in the car after the cake?" she whispered, kissing me softly, already reaching down to stroke my slick cock back to life.

"Only if you text your husband that you're getting some fresh air," I replied with a wicked grin.

She laughed breathlessly. "Deal. This is the best wedding I've ever been to."